Page 15 of The Perfect Escape

“I think we should tie her to the cross,” I said. “Maybe even tie the vibrator to her?”

He nodded in agreement. “That’s my plan.”

“Hey,” she snapped. “Do I get to stay in this?”

“Nope,” we both answered.

I gave her throat another squeeze. “Your job is to take it, little Rosie.”

“To save Greg,” Ash added.

To save Greg, the poor bastard.

Ash tossed the nipple clamps to me, and I caught them with one hand—two metal clips with black silicone pinchers, and a silver chain that connected them. Perfect for tugging on.

I slid my palm from her neck to her breast. Her breath hitched, her head falling back as I twisted one of her nipples. They were both hard and begging to be sucked. Or clamped.

My beard rubbed against her smooth skin as I sucked one of them, her whimpers making my cock pulse.

I dragged my mouth to her other nipple, my eyes sweeping up to her face. To the way her expression twisted in surprise, her lips parting with all the sweet sounds she made. I attached one ofthe clamps to her nipple. It clasped down, holding in place. Rosie cried out, her hips bucking against mine like a wild bronco.

Ash tsked. “Keep her still on the cross while I tie her.”

Rosie attempted to pull away, but I shoved her hard against the wood, pinning her there with my weight. My knee nestled between her thighs, spreading them apart to line up with the bottom half of the X.

I could feel how wet her pussy was against my skin. Heat pooled, her cunt begging for more. God, she felt so fucking good. She looked so good. I just couldn’t get enough of her.

I cupped her breast, pinching her other nipple and placing the remaining clip. Her tits were glorious.Perfect. I grabbed hold of the silver chain and yanked sharply, her cry music to my ears. The way her lips pouted around her pretty little sounds and her lashes fluttered went straight to my cock.

“There we are,” I purred. “Look at you. Such a fucking mess for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” she rasped.

Ash captured her wrist, tying it quickly to the cross. Then the other, binding her arms above her head. She stretched out, pulling against them, but it was no use.

Pulling the chain again, the clamps tugged on her nipples. A squeal came next, followed by more cute little curses.

“I hate both ofyouuu.”

Her sneer ended on a quiver as I slid my hand against her pussy.

“You may hate us, but your pussy doesn't. You're so fucking wet right now. How bad do you wanna come?” I asked.

Slowly, I eased a finger inside her. The way she gasped made me smile. I added a second, coaxing them in and out.

Her gaze never left me, her lips softening into a pout. “Badly,” she finally admitted. “I want to come.Please. Please let me come.”

Ash shook his head at us, but didn’t comment as he pulled the ropes around her waist. He worked around the two of us, all while I held her in place. I wasn’t going to let her go—not with my fingers buried in her silken heat.

“Fuuck,” she whimpered.

Her eyes fluttered again, her head falling back. She wiggled her hips desperately, chasing the high of an orgasm that I wasn't quite ready to give her.

Although, if we were to save her husband, maybe Ididneed to give it to her soon.

Perhaps, that's what the clue had meant.

Maybe after denying her pleasure for so long, it was time to give her orgasms until she begged for them to stop.

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